[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170828/de4fb32b6dba717be14cb6eeb8aeaf1c.png[/img][/center][/i][/b][/h1][hr][center][h3]
[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	"Oh that sucks Riley, yeah yeah, I will take care of everything. What time does your flight land in Indianapolis? I can drive out there to pick you up and bring you to Grimm," he offered. They wouldn't land in Indianapolis until 3A.M. that morning since they were flying from the west to the east coast. And then it was a two hour drive in the middle of the night to Grimm. Having someone local pick them up that Riley trusted wasn't a bad idea. 

	Roy stayed quiet during the drive and once they were at the airport he grabbed his bags, giving Riley a thanks for the ticket but saying he could get her reimbursed once they got back. He could but he wasn't putting in for it until then, he didn't want to give anyone a heads up at Justice PD where they were going. Things at the airport were calm enough even though there was heightened security because if a tiger that had gotten out from the circus nearby. Roy had to show his badge and Id while checking in his bag due to the weapons but there wasn't a problem since they were getting checked and he wasn't trying to carry on the small arsenal. 
	
	"Yeah I got it but not about to call her while she's sneaking around but here," he said as he pulled up on his phone the layout of the building. 

	Valerie walked with Keystone, Wadsworth following closely behind as they were lead through what was left of the party and towards the office. Once there, Wadsworth rushed ahead and opened the door. Valerie nodded and released Keystones arm. "Far enough lad, back to your job," she said before walking through the door. Wadsworth gave Keystone a look before pulling the door shut quickly and vanishing inside of it with Ms. Pyre. 

	A door opened quickly up stairs and feet could be heard rushing down. "Well that was fun..." she said as she came into view. Zoie looked a little tense as she sat down next to Mali and forced a smile. A small spot of blood on her cheek but it didn't look like it was from her. In fact she looked injury free. 

	"What did you do?" Relic asked quickly. 

	"Can we get out of here?" she asked, not answering him. 

	"Monitors are still down, there is a back exit but security looks tight," he said rubbing his face. 

	"True but you can discuss them to family if they have power of attorney right? Check your files," the man said as he pulled into the Circus and parked the car in the dirt parkinglot near the back. Turning around rested his arm over the head rest and eyed her. "Barney Ross," he said as he pulled out his ID and showed it to her. "As her doctor you know as well as I do, she is in no condition to make decisions for herself," he stated flatly. 

	"There are always the tunnels," Zoie said as she pushed her hair out of her face. 

	"What tunnels?" Relic asked. 

	"The sewers."

	Roy groaned as they made their way through security and then towards the gate. They still had half an hour before boarding began and Roy pushed on his stomach a bit. "Going to grab something for wings from earlier, anyone need anything from the duty free shop?" he asked as he looked at the girls. 

	"Funny thing, neither of them were crazy to start, it was the system that made them that way. Well more than that for my daughter but they didn't help. Other than why you haven't been killed yet, are you here to help or make matters worse?" Barney asked as he put his wallet up. 

	Down in Mexico the party was still going strong, well party was a strong word for it but that was how funerals were for this part of the world. Maria had gotten her hands on Liam and put him down the night, eventually going to where the music was and having it turned down so the baby could sleep. It wasn't normal for such events to be on the quiet side but her grand son was more important to her than her deceased daughter right then. Her grandson was still alive. 

	The woman stepped away and into the garden where she made a phone call, sitting there speaking to someone elsewhere. "Yes, I understand. You can deal with it. No, I don't care. Listen my daughter is dead, I have more important things to tend to, you deal with this shit," she said before hanging up the phone and shoving it in her back pocket. She didn't look happy.